Sometimes, I have an idea...a fancy
A particular phrase that gets my attention 
A bothersome feeling that just won't be captured in prose
Then I write it down in short
         Broken lines    


See what comes out.
Then it stares back at me
Talks to me
Calls my name or yours
As I look at its particular shape
Hear its weedy voice
 I might tweak a word or two to get it to look
Or feel or sound a bit better
As it speaks about you or me
Our living, believing, breathing, selves
 Then I name it Poem 
– Because I have to --
Then I hit post and hope it has value to someone else.

(Because of a conversation between poets. Thank you. You know who you are.)